Fall ~ Harry Styles

Chapter 30

Harry's POV:

 I watched Scarlett intently as we finished of unpacking her final things into my, well now our, room. I smiled to myself slightly, everything I had ever wanted had finally come to true. I hadn't come to London with the intention of her moving in with me or even falling in love with me, yet I hadn't come to London thinking so many unfortunate things like the crash would happen to us either. However things were finally looking up for us, Scar was moving in, we were both so close to graduating university, everything was falling into place. My thoughts flicked back to last night, we'd stayed up most of the night, wrapped in a blanket on Scarlett’s sofa just talking. You discover that conversations are the best at 4am. The heavier the eyelids the more sincere the words. I don't really know how long we'd stayed awake but eventually Scar fell asleep in my arms. Exactly where she belonged, and as she curled up in my arms, I let the beat of her heat soothe me to sleep, because that sounded so beautiful.  

"Harry...?" Scarlett's voice brought me out of my own drift of thoughts. I jerked my head up to see Scarlett with her arms crossed and a smirk on her face; obviously I’d been caught staring at her. 

"Mm..m.. ye?" I stuttered still trying to come back to the present.

"I said once were done here, do you want to grab some dinner? I'm starving" She said quickly, busying herself with unpacking again. I smiled before walking over and pulling her into a tight embrace. I rested my chin on her head as she snuggled her head into the crook of my neck. 

"It would be my pleasure to grab some dinner with you Miss Kimber" I announced, making her giggle against my chest. 

"Come on idiot" She joked grabbing my hand and leading me to the door. 

Scarlett's POV: 

 I watched Harry as he drove us downtown to our favourite cafe for dinner. He was mumbling the words to some song on the radio and tapping his fingers on the steering wheel, a habit he'd always had. Harry looked over catching me staring and flashed me a crooked smile, he had the type of eyes you could get lost in and I guess I did. I was interrupted from my daydreaming by my phone going off in my pocket. I reached for it seeing I had one new text. 

"Your little boyfriend can't protect you forever, Scarlett. I'll get you eventually" 

My heart skipped multiple beats, my palms becoming damp as I read the menacing words over and over. The number was blocked and as I finally calmed down there was only one person my thoughts where pinning this to, Caleb. Just as I was about to confront Harry and hope he could make this better another text came through.

"Tell your boyfriend about this and I’ll have him killed before you even realise he's gone"    

At this point tears where threatening to spill over. The thought of Caleb even touching Harry made my stomach turn in anguish. My hands were shaking violently and I felt physically sick, I could feel Harry looking at me, obviously wondering why I had my back turned to him. I suddenly jumped when I felt a warm hand on my shoulder.

“Scarlett?” Harry said sounding almost confused and worried, keeping his eyes on the road yet looking at me from the corner too.

“Yes harry…” I said waiting for a reply

“Are you ok, Scar?” He asked intently awaiting for my answer

“Mmh” I nodded “I’m fine, stop worrying…” he raised his eyebrow and I said the only thing that came to my mind “What, it’s just my phone ran out of charge!” I replied stuffing it into my bag with a fake sigh.

“You sure?” He questioned

“Yes.” I snapped. He looked hurt. I know he meant well but I knew that if he had asked me one more time I would’ve blurted the whole thing out to him and then Caleb would hurt and maybe even ki- no. “Sorry, it’s just I told you it was fine” I replied apologetically.

I wanted to tell harry but I knew the consequences if I did. I know it may sound harsh and self-centred but it wouldn’t be only him facing the consequences. I don’t think I could live my own life knowing that Harry wasn’t here anymore knowing that he wasn’t going to be there to comfort me; to protect me, to love me, to hold me, to empower me in his blissful contentment. I wasn’t going to let Caleb have the satisfaction of hurting Harry.

Luckily Harry decided to let the subject go when I’d snapped at him. We continued the drive to the café in town to the place that Harry had recommended this place. I’d never been before but if harry liked it I bet it was good. The car journey was silent as i thought over things. Not awkward, but silent.

He parked his black Range Rover in a nearby car park and we both got out. He walked over to meet me at the centre of the car I reached out for his hand. He quickly pulled me into him in a swift hug and then we continued to walk.

“I’m sorry for snapping at you babe” I told him.

 “It’s ok, it happens” he smiled down at me with loving eyes.

The walk to the café was about 2 minutes and the weather was starting to change as the seasons continued. I couldn’t believe we were nearly in December already, wow. The few leaves that were left on the ground were starting to frost up from the cold temperatures. Good job I brought my coat huh.

Harry reached the front of the café and I was so glad it wasn’t like fancy and posh for once. It was quite cosy actually, just a small café with a few people inside. The warm lights shone outside the window front. There was a girl just older than myself sat on her own her mind engrossed into a copy of Looking for Alaska by John Green. I’d read The Fault in Our Stars and I’d absolutely become emotionally attached to the characters but unfortunately I’d never got round to the one she clasped in front of her face.

I had never read that book, I’d always wanted to but I’d never bought it. Anyway, the café was quite open-spaced and peaceful as we stepped onto the marble flooring. Harry was still holding onto my hand and he looked back at me with a cute smile on his face showing his dimples. I automatically smiled back in response as he led us to a small table in the corner of the room. I was doing a pretty good job of hiding my worry and fear still lingering from the texts Caleb had sent to me, or so I thought. 

"Are you ok baby? You’ve seemed really nervous and worked up since the car journey here?" Harry spoke as he held my hand securely over the table. A little sigh left my lips at his concern over me, I couldn't tell him about the texts because I knew deep down that Caleb had it in him to murder the one I love the most. I know that everything happens for a reason, but sometimes I just wish I knew that reason. I wanted to know the reason why I was in that car crash and the reason why I had a violent ex-boyfriend. The only person that keeps me going is Harry, that's why I couldn't risk him getting hurt by Caleb, or worse killed, I can't imagine a world where Harry doesn't hold me, or kiss me and tell me everything’s going to be alright. 

"I'm fine Harry, stop worrying" I laughed nervously, hoping he'd drop the topic, which seemed to work as he walked around the table pulling me in for a sweet yet passionate kiss that again only left me wanting more. I looked at him squatting on the floor, looking up at me, his eyes full of worry. 

"You would tell me if there was though, right? Because I don't like you keeping any secrets from me darlin'" He spoke in a hushed voice. Guilt tore through me and I was so close to telling him but I knew I was keeping this from him for the right reasons. Instead I nodded slowly, tangling my hands in the hair at the back of his neck and pulled him back in for a kiss. 

"I don't like you keeping secrets" the words ran through my head, what had I just got myself into?

End Notes:

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